The arrival of the postman his long gloomy face appearing at the stable type backdoor found Ursula pouring tea, and Tim just finishing a fine breakfas..., invited in, the three sat the old postie telling of the death of the farmer from the next village and the way the wife at no 67 had been carrying on with old eddy the stoker. He left after half an hour leaving them in a depressed mood, Ursula said she wondered if they were the target of the posty`s chatter at the next home, Tim smiled, grunted. I made some excuse to my friends and followed her. Initially they went to some restaurant and had lunch. They were behaving like good friends so I thought he must be some guy from her college days. As I was about to leave I observed some change of behavior. The guy started flirting with her and holding her hand in public, to which she was not resisting, even after knowing she is married. Dad was busy with his work so I thought of keeping an eye to find out what exactly was cooking between the. "The Doctor was right, there is an intriguing je ne sais quoi about you. For a human."Clara instinctively stepped back, bumping into the table that held the chessboard as he moved towards her. The pieces wobbled but remained upright. Clara began to propel herself to safety but the self-appointed "Mr. Clever" caged her in with his body, slamming his fists down on either side of the chessboard. Kings, pawns and Clara all jumped at the force.She was too startled and confused to attempt another. "He seemed to turn huge when he leaned in closer to me and his sour breathmade me want to gag. "You need to wake up and face reality."I tried to keep my head from flopping back and forth when he startedshaking me. "You have to wake up!" Stop, you're hurting me!"My father either didn't understand or didn't care. "You're lying to yourfriends. You're lying to your family. Worst of all, you're lying toyourself!"I was starting to feel dizzy from being shaken and the smell of hisbreath. The only.